Bavaria, July, 1942 –
Heidi led the German soldier down the stony path to the old barn.
It was a beautiful summer day and the larks were singing. The hot summer sun gleamed on the greens and reds and purples of the meadow flowers.
Heidi’s heart hammered in her chest as she led the handsome young soldier into the barn. She was 14 years old, her blonde pigtails swaying in the breeze behind her, her “Bund Deutscher Madchen” badge proudly pinned to her ripening bosom.
She turned and smiled bravely at the soldier, and then sank to her knees and lay on her back in the soft straw that covered the floor.
Heidi looked up at him and smiled as she lay on her back on the ground.
She raised her knees and spread them apart. Then she pulled back her skirt. The soldier’s eyes widened in surprise.
He could see her little pink cotton underpants now. He smiled, nodding eagerly. Now he knew what she had brought him to the barn for, and he approved. She returned his smile with a little pink blush reddening her cheeks.
Heidi hooked her thumbs under the band of her underpants and rolled them down. She raised her round little buttocks off the floor of the barn to slip them off, and then rolled them down her plump little white thighs.
Between her legs the sunlight streaming in through the barn door shone on a glistening golden triangle of soft fine hair. Under the little patch of golden hair were two pink puffy lips between her parted thighs.
The soldier licked his lips. He began unbuttoning the buttons of his tunic. Then his khaki pants came down. There was something big bulging in the underpants between his legs.
“Du bist ein jungfrau?” he asked in a low voice. “Ja,” she whispered.
He pulled down his underpants then, and she saw it. It was big.
Stripped naked, he knelt between her thighs. Heidi’s breath came faster as her heart raced. Was it fear she felt?
Who am I to feel fear, she told herself, when this soldier will be facing death on the battlefield in a few short weeks?
“Do you want it?” he asked.
She smiled a motherly smile at this young man who was going to die for her country. He was only a few years older than herself.
“Fuck me!” she said, whispering the dirty words she had never uttered before in her life.
The soldier clasped her in his arms and kissed her and her world began to spin.
His hands roughly grasped her small breasts through her dress and fondled her between her legs.
In a little while she was wet enough and the soldier entered her.
It hurt at first. She offered up a silent prayer as she gave her virgin cherry for the Fatherland.
The soldier’s penis was big and it filled her up.
Flies buzzed in the open door of the barn as the muscular young Army man pounded her round little rump into the straw.
Heidi clasped him to her with her soft, pudgy little hands and sighed.
Fucking was nothing like she had thought it would be!
“Shall I pull out?” he asked.
“If you make me pregnant I shall go to the lebensborn,” she whispered. It was a proud thing for a BDM girl to become pregnant with the child of a German soldier.
The soldier flooded her pussy with a warm, wet sticky fluid. She felt his thick cock pulsing between her legs as the seed of life streamed into her.
“Oh,” she said.
Red-faced, the soldier grunted with passion and lay still on top of her.
The next day he went off to the front and she never saw him again. Later, when they found out that she was in fact pregnant, all she could remember was that his name was Fritz something.
That December, dying on the battlefield at the Russian front, a piece of shrapnel from an exploding tank shell lodged in his chest, his last thought was of a ray of golden sunlight streaming in through the barn door on a hot day in June, ten miles down the road from Regensburg, shining on the golden pussy of a generous young girl named Heidi.
_____________________________________________________ Micronesia, December 1942 –
Lieutenant O’Connor was killed trying to drag in the boat across the reef.
Miss Elsie held back the teenaged boys who wanted to swim out to rescue him. She grabbed them by the legs and shrieked. They would only get killed in that pounding surf.
The 21 of them stood helplessly and watched as Lt. O’Connor drowned 200 feet away.
Along with Lt. O’Connor they lost the boat, the radio, and most of their supplies.
There were 20 boys in the class, and Miss Elsie, and they were stranded on the island until someone came to rescue them.
Miss Elsie sobbed bitterly for hours as the boys took turns trying to comfort her. They were hundreds of miles from the nearest American base, in contested waters, with the Japanese fleet patrolling nearby. They had put ashore hurriedly when a Japanese sub had been spotted trailing the ship. The ship sailed on over the horizon, pursued by the Japs. Lt. O’Connor got them all ashore safely on this uninhabited flyspeck of an island in the South Pacific, and then he died trying to bring the boat in across the razor sharp reef, through the savage undertow and crushing waves.
They were stranded. The ship knew where they were, and had radioed a message to the fleet, and they would be picked up-eventually.
Now they had lost radio contact. Miss Elsie was alone on the island with 20 adolescent schoolboys.
She lay sobbing on the beach. Her clothes were soaked and she could not take them off in front of the boys.
“God help us,” she whimpered to herself. She had to get a grip and take charge. Night would be coming on and they had to find shelter, and food, and a fresh water supply, and make some kind of a latrine.
That would do for starters. The rescue vessel would only be a few weeks in arriving, at most.
Most of the boys were Boy Scouts and they quickly built a few small lean-to shelters out of palm fronds woven together. A little trickle of fresh water was found and dammed up to provide fresh water. Stones thrown at the top of the palms resulted in a small cascade of coconuts showering down, which could be pried open with an Army knife. And they had the rations in the two supply chests they had dragged ashore.
That night, they built a big fire, a little inland away from the beach so passing Japanese ships wouldn’t spot it.
Miss Elsie sat in the firelight. Twenty pairs of boyish eyes watched her. Her dress had been pasted to her slim rounded figure ever since she had staggered ashore, and you could see the girdle molding her firm ass and the big bullet bra casing her tits. Miss Elsie’s soft brown hair matched her eyes. She was only thirty years old, which made her twice the age of the oldest boys. She was a pretty woman.
“Well boys, it looks like we’re in this war now,” she said.
“I’m not afraid,” Jess said. He was 15 and he was wearing nothing more than a pair of ragged pants that had been ripped in the surf. His strong, hairless chest gleamed in the firelight.
“Me neither,” the other boys chorused. Miss Elsie knew that most of them were scared, though.
That night they huddled together for warmth. All except for Miss Elsie. She slept alone in the best of the crude little lean-to’s, 20 yards from the boys.
Miss Elsie tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She was lying on a pile of fronds without a blanket. She loosened her clothes, taking off the stiff girdle which she had no intention of wearing again until the rescue boat came. She took off her brassiere and sighed with relief.
In the wee hours of the night one of the younger boys named Davy came crying to her, and she cuddled him, and with the warmth of another person lying next to her on the beach she was finally able to go to sleep.
Davy was gone when she woke up in the morning. He didn’t want the other boys to know he had been crying for his mommy in the night, and that Miss Elsie had let him sleep in her arms.
“I’m going to put you in charge today, Jess,” she said over their meagre breakfast of tinned rations. “You’re the “Officer of the Day”.”
“I want all you boys to listen to him and follow his orders. Now Jess, you know what we need: food, water, a latrine, better shelters. And someone should explore the island. I’ll go with the exploring party.”
Later that morning the exploring party of 4 boys left the camp, accompanied by Miss Elsie. Her shoes had been wrecked in the surf and she tried to walk barefoot through the jungle, but her feet gave out after a mile. She returned to camp.
Jess had constructed two latrines-a little one for Miss Elsie and a bigger one for the boys. The latrines were at a distance to keep the smell from stinking up the camp. Miss Elsie used hers with relief.
Walking back she could not help passing the boys’ latrine. She saw the bare buttocks of the boy who was using it as she passed. He had a pale, skinny little bottom, and she could not help giggling to herself.
The team that had been assigned to fishing failed to bring in anything and that night they made their dinner of coconut meat again. There was a small bite of breadfruit for each of the survivors, and the exploring team promised to bring back a larger quantity the next day if it didn’t make anyone sick.
That night two boys were sick, but no one thought it was the breadfruit.
Miss Elsie was up past midnight trying to nurse them without any medicine or medical skill, beyond a soothing hand.
Finally all the boys were asleep except for two.
“I can’t sleep alone,” Miss Elsie whispered, embarrassed. “Would one of you boys come sleep in the lean-to with me?”
They both were willing to, so they made a party of three in the small lean-to, and Miss Elsie lay between them for warmth.
Mark was a tall, handsome boy, slow to speak, honest and good. Tom was short, dark, and muscled, and had the faint beginnings of a mustache on his 15 year old lip.
In the small hours of the night Miss Elsie woke up suddenly and felt a hand clutching her breast. She lay still. Her bra was off and her nipple was erect. After a little while she felt another hand stroking her ass.
She wondered which one of the boys it was. She lay there still, and after a while the exploring hand stopped its motion. She waited for it to return and fell asleep.
She woke up in the morning to find herself pressed between two warm male bodies. She extricated herself and went to the latrine. The sun was already well up.
The next night it was two different boys in her leanto-Philip and George. There was just enough of a nip in the night breeze that everybody huddled together at night for lack of blankets. Of course everyone wanted to be chosen to sleep in Miss Elsie’s lean-to. The boys agreed among themselves that they would take turns in rotation. Philip and George got the first turn. The sun went down and she turned in. The boys were already there.
She lay down between them and tried to go to sleep. She lay awake waiting for the exploring hands to come. If they came again tonight she was determined to put a stop to it.
An hour passed, or at least a period of time that seemed like an hour. She tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
When a soft warm hand finally surprised her by touching the skin of her breast inside her blouse, it felt so warm and nice that she hesitated and couldn’t bring herself to stop it. She let Philip (or was it George?) stroke her round, soft breast.
A short distance away 18 boys lay clutching their little penises in their fists jerking off and dreaming of Miss Elsie’s full breasts and big curved ass.
One nervous, sweating boy lay next to her with the prize itself in his hand.
The skin of her soft melon was warm to Philip’s touch. Philip trembled as he traced the hill of her stiff nipple with his fingertip.
Miss Elsie trembled as she felt the boy’s finger explore her hard nipple.
Miss Elsie was excited. Her breathing came in ragged little gasps.
Miss Elsie liked having her breasts handled. She had always liked it, and she liked it now.
The boy’s hands feeling her breasts felt good. As she feigned sleep he opened her blouse wider, bent his head down and started sucking on her nipple.
Miss Elsie gasped as she felt the boy’s tongue. Then she gasped again as she felt a hard prick rubbing against her ass.
The boy behind her was stirring.
Miss Elsie lay still and continued to pretend she was asleep as her skirt was lifted and George touched the skin of her ass.
Then George’s hand slipped between the cheeks of her ass and felt between her legs.
Miss Elsie felt a single probing finger delicately explore her vaginal slit.
George was reaching up into her pussy from behind while Philip, delirious with excitement, sucked her breast. George’s finger got wet from Miss Elsie’s juices. Her cunt was hot and damp with arousal.
Philip tongued her rock hard nipple as the stiff little pillar of flesh protruded into his mouth. Philip was in a teenage boy’s heaven.
Miss Elsie kept her eyes closed and struggled to pretend that she was still asleep as the boys molested her. Her heart pounded.
George reached around and inserted one finger into her pussy.
He found her hot, quivering hole and the tip of his finger slid into the slippery orifice.
Philip sucked hungrily at her big tit.
George’s finger slid deeper inside her. Soon it was jammed in to the third knuckle.
Miss Elsie’s pussy trembled and palpitated on the warm, stiff, invading finger as he worked it back and forth. Soon George was finger-fucking her.
It was all Miss Elsie could do to keep her hips from squirming. Her breasts were hot and excited, and she could barely stop herself from humping young George’s hand.
Philip moaned in ecstasy as he licked the sweet rockhard nipple.
Miss Elsie felt George’s hard prick rubbing against her ass. He humped against her.
Miss Elsie liked sex. She had only fucked 10 times in her life, and she never dreamed that she would fuck a couple of mere schoolboys.
But now she thought she was going to go out of her mind if one of these boys did not stick his prick inside her.
But how could she give in and fuck one of these boys without the other boy being a jealous witness?
Behind her, tall, gawky George had his hard, hot tube of man meat out and was rubbing it against her silky bottom.
In front of her, gentle, polite Philip eagerly opened his pants and got his own stiff prick out.
Now Miss Elsie had two hard pricks rubbing against her. She could feel Philip’s erection against her leg.
Philip started rubbing his prick against Miss Elsie’s cunt and it was all she could do to avoid crying out when the head of his penis brushed the tip of her clitoris. She arched her back in excitement at the thrilling sensation of a cock touching her clit.
George removed his fucking finger from her cunt and Miss Elsie languidly spread her thighs a little wider. Philip got his prick lined up with the entrance to her cunt and with a sudden push started lunging in.
Miss Elsie shook ecstatically with the thrill of his prick entering her.
Philip’s cock slid inside her as she restrained a gasp. The boy was fucking her now.
Miss Elsie continued to pretend that she was fast asleep as the boys used her body.
Behind her, George spit in his hand and lubricated his cock. Miss Elsie was surprised when she felt the head of his penis pressing against her asshole.
Philip’s hot prick inside her was heavenly.
Behind her, she felt her asshole dilating open wider to receive George’s stiff erection.
The head of George’s prick slipped inside her rectum with a little popping sensation. Miss Elsie was about to get ass-fucked.
Miss Elsie had never opened her back door for any man. She had never even considered it, and now this dirty little boy was doing it to her while his friend fucked her in the cunt.
The invading prick in her ass slid in deeper and deeper, slowly at first. She fought to relax her muscles to let it in because otherwise it would hurt.
Pressing against her tighter and tighter, fore and aft, the two boys sandwiched her.
Miss Elsie was locked in a tight squeeze between two teenage boys who both had their fiery young dicks stiff inside her.
She could feel the twin pricks rubbing within her. Miss Elsie humped her bottom up and down on the boys’ hard pricks as they fucked her.
She couldn’t keep up the pretense that she was asleep any longer.
She grabbed Philip’s head and forced his face up against hers and kissed him hard, driving her tongue into his hot little mouth.
Her teeth clenched his as her tongue slipped in and out of his mouth.
Philip moaned as Miss Elsie clutched him in her arms and fucked eagerly into the two cocks that were pistoning inside her.
She loved it. She was getting fucked by two boys at once and it was wonderful, dizzying, unbelievable. She loved the feeling of George’s hot, slender dick screwing her ass. She had never been screwed in the ass before in her life and her ass was squirming in excitement as he impaled it with his prick.
Philip fucked her cunt with hot, powerful thrusts, stabbing up into her pussy again and again as she moaned and whimpered.
“Oh god, it feels so good!” she whispered. “Philip and George-you won’t tell anyone, will you?”
“No,” they said in chorus.
“You’d better not, because if you do, I’ll say you raped me and Jess will kill you.” He would too.
“We won’t,” Philip promised.
“Uh-uh,” George grunted in agreement.
“Now keep doing that!” she whispered hotly.
The two boys kept doing it. They were amazed that she didn’t fight them off and throw them out of the tent when she woke up.
Philip and George felt their cocks rubbing against each other through the thin membrane separating her cunt and her asshole.
Miss Elsie loved to fuck. She had never been sandwiched, or ass-fucked, or done it with a boy half her age before-and now she was doing all three at once! Miss Elsie knew from the coded entries in her secret diary that she had only been fucked 10 times in her life. This was the eleventh time, and it was magnificent. Two hard penises plunging inside her at once!
The two boys were frantic with lust and their hot double fucking drove her wild.
Miss Elsie felt a big orgasm coming on, and she knew that if she screamed the whole camp would wake up.
She buried her face in Philip’s armpit and bit him as she felt her rapture coming on.
She tasted his blood in her mouth as her hips bucked wildly between the two fucking boys, George plowing her sensitive ass with his hard slender cock and Philip screwing her cock-loving cunt with his young, virile man-meat.
She felt George’s hot cream explode in her ass. The she felt Philip’s semen shooting up inside her like a fountain.
Then with a muffled cry, Miss Elsie came. She raked Philip’s back with her nails as her crotch bucked back and forth between the two boys, impaling her on their spurting pricks as she gasped. It was like an earthquake ripping her apart and the shock was so great she fainted dead away.
“Omigod,” Philip whispered. “We’ve killed her!” But it was only a faint. She woke up in a minute and smiled.
“Next time,” she whispered, “I want George in front and Philip taking me from behind.”
And that was how Miss Elsie gave in. With twenty horny teenage boys against her it was inevitable.
She sucked their young cocks back to hardness and the three of them screwed till dawn.
The next night, it was two different boys. And two more the night after that. By the time the rescue boat came, she had fucked every boy on the island, and had every boy’s cock in every hole in her body.
When the boat finally arrived she was so sad that it was all over that she cried.
Bonny Doon Mountain, New Zealand, December 1941 –
Candy Winston raced down the hillside, laughing.
Her brown pigtails trailed behind her as the big collie dog raced at her heels.
“Come on, Scout!” she shouted. “Last one home is rotten egg.”
Her 13 year old body fairly flew down the hill. Barking, Scout, the collie dog, ran circles around her.
Candy’s denim-clad legs, coltishly long for her years, scissored madly as she all galloped down the steep hill.
It was summer in the Southern Hemisphere and the sun beat down hot as she ran.
She shot out into the flat at the bottom of the hill, tumbling on the long green grass, and picked herself up and ran on.
She kicked up clouds of dust on the dirt road with her cute cowgirl boots as Scout nipped at her behind.
“No biting, Scout. Unfair!” She ruffled the soft fur on the nape of his neck as he galloped past.
Up the road she ran to the big farmhouse where she had been born 13 years before.
Scout, barking madly, ran cirles around her all the way until she fell laughing through the front door, where he covered her face with big slurping kisses, licking her red cheeks with his tongue. No one was home.
“C’mon, Scout! Let’s go to my room.”
Up the stairs they flew with the pretty girl nearly tripping and taking a tumble over the dog as he ran between her legs.
Laughing, the girl and her dog exploded into her little bedroom.
She slammed the door, kicked off her boots and fell onto the bed.
The big collie sheep dog leapt up onto the bed and jumped on her as her youthful body heaved and panted with the exertion.
“Oh, down Scout! Stop that!” she giggled as her licked her.
Candy Winston lay on her big soft feather bed in her snug little room. Sunlight streamed through the windowpanes and illuminated her taut, slender young body as she kicked off her boots and skinned out of her denim blue jeans.
Scout placed his long furry nose between her pink thighs and sniffed at her frilly panties.
“Oh no, boy, stop! Not again!” she giggled.
Scout continued to sniff between her legs, and she let him.
“Does it smell hot and sweaty there now, boy?” she said, ruffling his fur.
Scout planted his cold wet nose right on the gusset of her panties and gave her a warm lick with his long tongue.
Candy giggled. “Oh, Scout! Does it smell good then?” She looked to make sure the door was locked. No one was home.
“All right then, Scout. Good doggie.”
She grasped the elastic of her lacy panties and pulled them down.
Wiggling out of them, she kicked the underpants aside into a corner of the room.
Between her legs was the nut-brown thatch of curly hair covering her pussy.
Before she could clamp her legs shut Scout was between them, licking her crotch with his hot tongue.
She laughed and pretended to try to pull him away, but he was too strong for her. She gave up and lay back to enjoy being licked by her dog.
Scout slurped at her soft, silky cunt with his tongue. His tongue was warm, strong and wet between her legs. It felt nice. It had felt nice since the first time Scout had discovered he liked licking his mistress there.
“Good boy,” she whispered, stroking him, as he licked her cunt.
“Why grandma, what a nice big tongue you have!” she said.
“The better to lick you with, my dear!” she answered herself in a deep voice.
She opened her flannel shirt and Scout crawled up her body to nuzzle her budding breasts. They were nothing but puffy little hillocks tipped with pick rosettes, yet.
She pulled her shirt off and the naked girl clasped the eagerly panting dog in her arms.
“Good boy,” she whispered. “Scout, do you want to try it again?”
Grinning, she placed her hand down between his hind legs and felt his big hanging dog bollocks. Then she stroked her hand up to feel his penis.
Scout was aroused and the long pink tip of his dog penis was sticking out of his sheath.
“Come on, let’s try again,” she whispered.
The naked girl lay in the warm sunlight on her soft quilt and tried to persuade her dog to rub his penis against her cunt.
“Cone on now, doesn’t that feel nice?” she said.
She was trying unsuccessfully to press the dog’s cock into her vagina, when the door opened and Candy’s father strode into the room.
Candy was still trying to get the dog’s cock into her cunt when the shadow fell over her. She looked to the left.
Candy gasped.
Her father was standing there, looking at her. Candy was stark naked and Scout, her faithful collie dog, was between her legs with his stiff doggie cock sticking into her cunt.
Candy froze with fear. Scout, oblivious, had a huge grin on his canine face as he licked his mistress’s little tits and humped his cock at her trying without success to get inside her.
“Dad?” Candy gasped. “Omigod Scout get off me!” She shoved the dog off the bed and he ran into the corner. Candy shrunk back against the wall, frightened. She tried to cover her breasts with her hands.
Her father took his belt off.
Candy trembled. So he was going to whip her with the belt. Whip her until she bled, maybe until she was dead.
What did they do to a girl who was caught having sex with a dog?
“Oh, no Dad, no, please daddy…” she whimpered. Jake Winston’s big leather belt came off as she looked at it with fear.
And then his pants came down.
Between her father’s legs was a much bigger penis than Scout had, and it was standing tall and erect.
“I can’t ever forget what I just saw, honey. But… wouldn’t you rather have a man than a dog? Poor Scout doesn’t know what to do. If you want to get screwed, well, I’d rather you let me do it, if you’ll have me. I can’t punish you if I’m the one you’re doing it with, I guess.”
“Oh, Dad,” Candy sobbed with relief. “Do you want to do it to me then?”
“I dunno what else to do with you, darlin’. I guess if you can be a slut I can be a slut too.”
Candy covered her face with her pillow and spread her thighs wide.
Candy whimpered as his big log split her cunt. She gasped as he filled her up with his engorged manhood. She panted as he rode her, gently at first, then harder and faster, fucking her at a gallop as they bounced on the feather bed.
Candy’s father fucked her for two hours, starting and stopping as he came in her three times. Candy had her first orgasm with a man as her father plowed her ripe little cunt.
Scout watched from the corner with an envious eye as the master of the household usurped his rightful place between his mistress’s legs.
After a while she started making noise and Scout howled along with her.
“Be quiet, Scout!” Candy shouted.
Afterward Candy’s dad told her that would be the first and last time, and suggested that she get herself a boyfriend from the village, since he had her mother to think about.
“Now that you’ve done it I don’t expect you to wait until you’re married to do it again. If you an’ me did it again it wouldn’t be just once. But you can find yourself a fella. I’ll stand for it.”
He paused in thought.
“There’s a Christmas party at the church in town tonight. You can sneak off with any boy that fancies you. I’ll cover for you with your mum.”
Candy kissed her father.
“Merry Christmas, Dad.”
“Merry Christmas, Candy.”
______________________________________________________ New York City, Christmas Eve, 1942 –
The Angel of Death and the Spirit of Christmas stood on the observation deck of a high building looking out over the world.
“Look at them out there, slaughtering each other,” said the Angel of Death.
“They still want to live, for all that,” the Spirit of Christmas said.
“Why did you show me that man now, debauching his own daughter?”
“Did you not see what was in his heart? When he took his belt off he was going to beat the girl to death. And then something changed him.”
“The spirit of Christmas? The sound of church bells in a distant steeple? Bah! He smelled his daughter’s pussy. Yes, that changed him. One good whiff and he forgot everything but his lust.”
“If he had beaten her he would not have stopped until she was dead, and after killing her his remorse would have been so great he would have killed himself.”
“Suppose he had just turned his back and walked away?”
“Her shame at being caught by her father attempting intercourse with a dog would have been so great that she would have run away that very night, and gone to the city. There she would have been unable to make her way except as a prostitute, gradually becoming alcoholic, riddled with disease, and going to an early grave. She would never have seen her father again and the thought of him would have haunted her.”
“And so?”
“You said you would spare this world if I could prove to you that mortals still choose life over death. Well, there you have seen them-that young girl who gave herself to a soldier, willingly, so that a piece of him would live on even though he died in battle. Look how happy she is now, as she feels the baby kicking in her womb!”
“Bah. More cannon fodder for the Fatherland. What about that women who gave herself to all the boys?”
“Look at her now, on the ship taking her and the boys to Australia. See her there? She’s terrified that everyone on the ship will soon know her disgrace. She’s missed a period and she’s fearful that she’s pregnant, and there is no way of telling which one of the boys is the father. If what happened on the island ever becomes known she may go to prison, and if she is pregnant, she is doomed to the hard life of an unwed mother. How will she tell her parents? What man will ever want to marry her?
“Look! She’s contemplating killing herself. All she would have to do is throw herself over the rail of the ship and it will all be over in a few minutes.
“She’s made her choice. She’s going to do it! She’s climbing up onto the rail! She’s going to kill herself!”
“I must go now, to her side,” the Angel of Death spoke.
“Wait! Stop! Look what’s happening now!”
John Abelson, ship’s purser, had been trying to get up his nerve to speak to the young woman ever since she came on board.
She was the loveliest thing he had ever seen.
Now was his chance.
“Hey there,” he said, running up to her side. “Don’t lean over the side like that. You might fall off!”
Her face was flushed and her eyes were wild.
“Oh, how stupid of me,” she said.
He brushed a few stray wisps of hair out of her face.
“This wind out here on the deck-it’s ruining your hair. Why don’t you come inside with me?”
“No thanks-I think I’ll stay outside on the deck by myself for a while. I’ve got something to think about.”
Something raised the fine hairs on the back of her neck as she sensed an unseen presence at her side. The unseen presence seemed to be urging her to get rid of the young man. Something tugged at her thoughts. She needed to be alone to get a better look at the unseen figure beside her. She could almost see it, out of the corner of her eye.
“It’s Christmas Eve,” he said. “We’re having a party in the mess. Come join me, won’t you? We have a gramophone and we’ll put on some dance records. There’s eggnog, and maybe a glass of champagne.”
Eggnog! She hadn’t had eggnog in years. After the plain, repetitive diet they had had on the island it sounded deliciously tempting.
She could taste it already.
“Only if you promise to dance with me,” she said. He was actually a very nice young man. She could definitely go for him, she thought.
He took her arm and they went inside.